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y/n y/l/n
derry, maine.
the quarry.
5:03 PM.
JUNE 1989.

"shit, shit, shit!" i shouted.

"what the fuck are we doing just standing here?!" richie yelled.

everyone took their bikes and moved to the side. i stayed on the path.

"what the fuck are you doing?!" richie asked.

"they're gonna be focused on driving right?" i paused. "if i jump away at the right time they could drive off the quarry."

"that makes no sense!! surely their not stupid enough to do that!" ben said.

"she's fucking phsyco." eddie muttered before taking a breath from his inhaler.

i was pulled to the side as the car became closer. i looked to see it was bill.

"y-y-y-y-your logic w-w-was p-p-p-pretty s-s-stupid." he stuttered.

i frowned though i was grateful he didn't want me to die.

the car stopped and the gang got out.

"fuck." i muttered.

"you got two girls now?" bowers smirked. i looked at beverly marsh and she was looking at me.

"you've always had four pussies so i don't know why your talking." richie spat back.

to be fair, that was a good one.

belch and vic grabbed richie. my eyes widened.

hockstetter shook his hairspray bottle.

"fuck, fuck, fuck. i can't believe im about to do this." i muttered. bill looked at me confused and scared.

"bowers!" i yelled, stepping to the middle of the path. "let him go!"

everyone looked at me. richie's face read a "what the fuck are you doing?!".

"y/n, s-s-stop-"

"oh, ho, ho. why should i?" bowers asked.

"if you leave them alone... ill..."

"make the rumors true?" he suggested.

"ew! what the fuck! no! you prick!! you can pick on me as much as you want."

"why would i give up these rats for you?"

"because i can tell the whole school and your dad about something only we know."

"okay! fine!!" he nodded to the boys.

vic and belch dropped richie and he scrambled to eddie.

they all got in the car as the reversed and drove away.

"wait... what do you know?" mike asked.

"nothing." i grumbled.

"you should be so lucky." i hissed to richie.

"look, im just gonna go. let's never discuss what just happened."

"no, you saved my sorry ass. welcome to the losers club, asshole." richie said.

everyone agreed and i smiled gratefully.

"sure."

5:57 PM.

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